The medal hid under a stack of clothes inside my closet–a painful reminder of immoralities that I am capable in doing. Most people would always be jubilant when they hear they earned a prize, but instead, I just had my head down for the rest of the day, heavy with contempt. I could have went the right way, I was thinking.
Each time I went out for the Writing Contest, I’ve always failed for the reason of my “stupid writing sense”, according to my lovable mom. But weeks before the 26th Emmy’s Fiction Writing Contest, I was just hit with a surge of imagination, to write something that I never even thought of before. My fingers stabbed on the keyboard as the story gradually started to fill up the document space, not knowing the hours passing by. There was no stopping point in the typing process; loads of imaginations were transferring to words. It resulted into a clean piece of writing, …show more content…
I was so confident that this writing will be a winning flash fiction, so I submitted my finished writing.
Four weeks later, A notice came from the Writing Contest judges, saying that my fiction received first place. I was thinking as if this was my proudest moment so far, standing up on a mahogany-coated podium and holding the shimmering medal on my hands. That afternoon, I scheduled a sleepover with my friend Jason, who I have not seen for more than two and a half years. I showed the medal to him very proudly, as he came into my room with a sense of suspicious curiosity. He was still happy that I had won the contest, but there was just something he needed to check on my writing. As he took a comfortable place on the bed and began to read, I noticed a great surprise on his face. He started to rapidly turn the pages, then he slammed the papers on to the floor.
He Shouted, "Dude, are you serious?"
"What? Why?" I replied in a quiet voice because I have never seen him rage
Each time I went out for the Writing Contest, I’ve always failed for the reason of my “stupid writing sense”, according to my lovable mom. But weeks before the 26th Emmy’s Fiction Writing Contest, I was just hit with a surge of imagination, to write something that I never even thought of before. My fingers stabbed on the keyboard as the story gradually started to fill up the document space, not knowing the hours passing by. There was no stopping point in the typing process; loads of imaginations were transferring to words. It resulted into a clean piece of writing, …show more content…
I was so confident that this writing will be a winning flash fiction, so I submitted my finished writing.
Four weeks later, A notice came from the Writing Contest judges, saying that my fiction received first place. I was thinking as if this was my proudest moment so far, standing up on a mahogany-coated podium and holding the shimmering medal on my hands. That afternoon, I scheduled a sleepover with my friend Jason, who I have not seen for more than two and a half years. I showed the medal to him very proudly, as he came into my room with a sense of suspicious curiosity. He was still happy that I had won the contest, but there was just something he needed to check on my writing. As he took a comfortable place on the bed and began to read, I noticed a great surprise on his face. He started to rapidly turn the pages, then he slammed the papers on to the floor.
He Shouted, "Dude, are you serious?"
"What? Why?" I replied in a quiet voice because I have never seen him rage